Douglas Pederson Poet Rhyme

Hopes of Tree Chirpers

my hands are cold and the night drifts on
maybe I’ll  awake  before pre  dawn
birds will be chirping ,  perhaps a song or two
I will see them settle in the morning dew.
should they sing  before  I wake
tell them I’m  resting and there is food  to take
stretching their ears for the words I spoke
they’ll soon be aware that I never woke   
 chirpers will stop,  choir will end
 all have hopes,  searching for their friend

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Caren Krutsinger May 15, 2019 at 11:30 PM Your poetry today makes me think of the day I sat outside trying to write words to capture the essence of bird sounds. Suddenly I realized without a beak, I did not have a chance.